Thinner

About the time I had blurry vision, my System started selling back evolutions. [Well Fed] was already in remission, and my one solace was that I'd been able to set a proper priority queue.

Actually, what would I become if I sold all my evolutions back? Would I return to being a small sea serpent? Some manner of primeval slime?

But no, it was time to focus.

I had tried complaining about food, and Nurse de Rollo had taken pains to make each transition worse. I was getting my vegetables now, if somewhat more than wilted, and bonus bugs for a protein source. It turns out there was a cook, he just didn't know the first thing about cooking for my biology.

To be fair, when I'd first arrived at Othello, I didn't know much about dwarven nutrition, either.